Toys come in all shapes, sizes, and prices.
Water toys are no exception.
On our recent vacation my brother and I waited for a shuttle bus to take us to another portion of a historic estate. He picked up two maple leaves, pointed at the millrace beside us and offered a challenge. I declined on this day but understood well his offer of a boat race.
Going up the economic scale from leaves we quickly pass scrap lumber rafts and plastic bathtub boats. Model boats on a string give way to those with radio control. Generic boat yield to yachts, sloops, accurate navy models.
Then childhood passes. Graduation ceremonies and birthdays declare us adults. Yet our love of play continues. We confine it by hours or days, pour our energy into scant time in a grown-up version of childhood pleasure.